​I read a book all day long: Tracy Chevalier’s “The Last Runaway” which was is proving to be a very quick read after “The Impressionist”. After another swim, I move on to Kotor – which is large town. It’s dark by the time I leave this town and move further along the busy coast road. I am not enjoying the coast roads at all – they are busy, dusty fume filled – and the beaches are full of sunbeds, and rows of parasols – so the bathers must be elbow to elbow and pay for the privilege too. Skyscrapers, billboards, casinos, tourist shops and kiosks and hot sun. I camp near a beach around the corner from Budva and pay €7 for not much more than my bit of grass.

Fab - a Terri fest of messages. What mystifies me is how you managed to get so many photos of Kathryn. She tells me off or hides, if I so much as switch my camera on, let alone point it at her. She'll be traumatised for life! Wonderful photos, wonderful scenery and great story telling. Thank you Tutters. J xx